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1

Measure for Measure
[I, 2]

Claudio

216

From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty:
As surfeit is the father of much fast,
So every scope by the immoderate use
Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue,
Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,
A thirsty evil; and when we drink we die.

2

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

Angelo

470

'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus,
Another thing to fall. I not deny,
The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try. What's open made to justice,
That justice seizes: what know the laws
That thieves do pass on thieves? 'Tis very pregnant,
The jewel that we find, we stoop and take't
Because we see it; but what we do not see
We tread upon, and never think of it.
You may not so extenuate his offence
For I have had such faults; but rather tell me,
When I, that censure him, do so offend,
Let mine own judgment pattern out my death,
And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die.

3

Measure for Measure
[II, 2]

Provost

735

Pray you, do.
[Exit Servant]
I'll know
His pleasure; may be he will relent. Alas,
He hath but as offended in a dream!
All sects, all ages smack of this vice; and he
To die for't!

4

Measure for Measure
[II, 2]

Provost

744

Is it your will Claudio shall die tomorrow?

5

Measure for Measure
[II, 2]

Isabella

785

I have a brother is condemn'd to die:
I do beseech you, let it be his fault,
And not my brother.

6

Measure for Measure
[II, 2]

Isabella

802

Must he needs die?

7

Measure for Measure
[II, 2]

Angelo

841

Be you content, fair maid;
It is the law, not I condemn your brother:
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
It should be thus with him: he must die tomorrow.

8

Measure for Measure
[II, 3]

Provost

973

I would do more than that, if more were needful.
[Enter JULIET]
Look, here comes one: a gentlewoman of mine,
Who, falling in the flaws of her own youth,
Hath blister'd her report: she is with child;
And he that got it, sentenced; a young man
More fit to do another such offence
Than die for this.

9

Measure for Measure
[II, 3]

Vincentio

981

When must he die?

10

Measure for Measure
[II, 3]

Vincentio

1006

There rest.
Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,
And I am going with instruction to him.
Grace go with you, Benedicite!

11

Measure for Measure
[II, 3]

Juliet

1011

Must die to-morrow! O injurious love,
That respites me a life, whose very comfort
Is still a dying horror!

12

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

Angelo

1057

Yet may he live awhile; and, it may be,
As long as you or I. yet he must die.

13

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

Angelo

1104

Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright
When it doth tax itself; as these black masks
Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder
Than beauty could, display'd. But mark me;
To be received plain, I'll speak more gross:
Your brother is to die.

14

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

Angelo

1131

Then must your brother die.

15

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

Isabella

1132

And 'twere the cheaper way:
Better it were a brother died at once,
Than that a sister, by redeeming him,
Should die for ever.

16

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

Isabella

1149

Else let my brother die,
If not a feodary, but only he
Owe and succeed thy weakness.

17

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

Isabella

1171

My brother did love Juliet,
And you tell me that he shall die for it.

18

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

Angelo

1185

Who will believe thee, Isabel?
My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life,
My vouch against you, and my place i' the state,
Will so your accusation overweigh,
That you shall stifle in your own report
And smell of calumny. I have begun,
And now I give my sensual race the rein:
Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite;
Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes,
That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother
By yielding up thy body to my will;
Or else he must not only die the death,
But thy unkindness shall his death draw out
To lingering sufferance. Answer me to-morrow,
Or, by the affection that now guides me most,
I'll prove a tyrant to him. As for you,
Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true.

19

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

Isabella

1203

To whom should I complain? Did I tell this,
Who would believe me? O perilous mouths,
That bear in them one and the self-same tongue,
Either of condemnation or approof;
Bidding the law make court'sy to their will:
Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite,
To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother:
Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood,
Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour.
That, had he twenty heads to tender down
On twenty bloody blocks, he'ld yield them up,
Before his sister should her body stoop
To such abhorr'd pollution.
Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die:
More than our brother is our chastity.
I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request,
And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest.

20

Measure for Measure
[III, 1]

Claudio

1224

The miserable have no other medicine
But only hope:
I've hope to live, and am prepared to die.